247. Olympus Was Burning
Olympus Was Burning
When Hermes described this
he had failed to mention
the sheer scale of the carnage.
Red and gold blood caked the floor.
The Gods were immortal
but the giants were numerous
and only a few massive bodies lay
among the crumbling
marble of immaculately made
and once-seemingly invincible pillars.
Ares’s red storm was waning
and Zeus was high in the sky.
Athena looked to be tiring,
fighting them back from the altars
where the prayer-smoke was starting to die.
Without a moment lost,
I crawled forward to make way
for the army behind me,
and then carefully whispered
the words that would set
every single one of our torches alight.
‘ γενηθ?τω φ?? !
Let there be light!’